User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-1298206-20190628042755/@comment-4677325-20190628043906

Apart from the screams, which faded away after a few passing seconds, presumably with the death of the victim or the afflicted, the only other noise to grace the badger's ears was the sound of the quietly gurgling river, untainted and undisturbed by the chaos. The smell of ashes and soot followed afterwards as he approached a clearing by the side of the water, nestled in the trees like an egg in a nest. Though he had not quite reached it yet, the lack of smoke denoted yet another abandoned campsite, one of many throughout the woodlands in these seasons.